All I Want For Christmas, Dear, Is You

A song by Buck Owens. Damn moving. I was blown away by this song.

Here it is Christmas day, and you're many miles away,
And I wonder if you feel the way I do;
In the air there's happiness, but for me there's loneliness,
'Cause all I want for Christmas is you.

Presents wrapped in green and gold have no arms for me to hold,
No lips to whisper softly, I love you;
Oh, how happy I would be to find you underneath my tree,
All I want for Christmas, Dear, is you.

Presents wrapped in green and gold have no arms for me to hold,
No lips to whisper softly, I love you;
Oh, how happy I would be to find you underneath my tree,
All I want for Christmas, Dear, is you.
All want for Christmas, Dear, is you.

Buck Owens and Don Rich (Buck Owens, 1965)